Creator of the Rolling Flood

Creator of the rolling flood!
On whom thy people hope alone;

Creator of the rolling flood!
On whom thy people hope alone;
Who cam’st, by water and by blood,
For man’s offences to atone;

Who from the labors of the deep
Didst set thy servant Peter free,
To feed on earth thy chosen sheep,
And build an endless church to thee;

Grant us, devoid of worldly care,
And leaning on thy bounteous hand,
To seek thy help in humble prayer,
And on thy sacred rock to stand:

And when, our livelong toil to crown,
Thy call shall set the spirit free,
To cast with joy our burthen down,
And rise, O Lord, and follow thee.

Reginald Heber

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